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July 19, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 20.7.17
Lies are cunning little rascals, like mice they multiply,
allow a pair to live on your tongue, soon they will make you run!
They will multiply in a speed that will sooner or later make you regret,
the minute when you allowed them to land on your tongue!
No matter how smart you are or you think you are,
Sooner or later your lies will be exposed and truth will come out.
Now, if they are harmless lies, you will be lucky one, people will just guffaw,
call you a silly fool or little cuckoo and move on with a smile or scorn.
But if you had some agenda behind those lies, you will be surprised
at the speed in which your bad reputation will fly, how quickly people
will walk away from you as if you are a disease contagious,
you will be sitting alone, regretting why you said the first lie and then
like a fool said the second to keep it a secret allowed them to multiply.
July 15, 2017
July 12, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 13.7.17
Rumble of wheels on tracks are first heard
the train shows up a few minutes later
lit windows dance in the rhythm to the wheel
the dark boxes waltz past.
Shadows of people in windows, watching out,
Sometimes one stops for the signal
to give a clearer view!
In the small boxes of light they sit,
some watching out at darkness, or our homes!
Some sitting, reading, a man standing at the door,
leaning out, waiting for the train to move again.
There is a beauty in that body made of metal, wood,
A beauty that can’t be explained by words.
Why it feels so good to look at them, whenever they
pass by, or listening to their wheel’s music
even when they are not in sight!
What is the mystery behind that attraction one wonders!
Then some mysteries are never solved, guess that is how
the mysteries are, or they are supposed to be.
Law of attraction is world’s greatest mystery! A mystery
so many will die to unravel.
July 8, 2017
July 5, 2017
Thursday Rhymes 6.7.17
In an abandoned hut, inside the wood
travelers dare not to trespass, for there lived
a vile woman, evil than devil they say.
She had a mask of a very pretty angel, that she wore,
hiding her rotting flesh and decaying soul,
she conned every creature that came close to her,
beast or men all alike.
To equals she feigned to be friend, to older the daughter,
to younger the mother, but all headed for the same fate.
She sucked them dry like a spider that lures gullible
or careless creatures in web, and once in the web,
there is no going out, they dangle there, while she takes
her time, one by one she sucks them dry, not a single one
slips by! The travelers say that her evil stayed behind,
so did the sigh of the innocents she slaughtered pretending
to be their savior, friend, mentor, nurturer.
That foulest of betrayal became darkness itself and lives there,
They say if one stays there he sure will be cursed!
July 1, 2017
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